“Seriously, who visits at tea time? I swear to god if it’s a salesman…”
“Just leave it.” said Derek apathetically, as he inhaled a chicken nugget.
Buzzzzz. Buzzzzzz. Buzzzzzzzzzzzz.
“Insightful as always but as you can hear they’re not going anywhere.”
“Go see who it is then.”
“I’m coming” I shout. “Just hold your frigging horses. Don’t worry sweetheart you just sit there & fill your face.” As I stomped out I gave him my best death stare.
I flung open the door, “Who…? What the…? Are you not the Minister for Defence?”
“Yes, I am. Are you Jackie Smith?”
“Good. I need to speak to you urgently. Can I come in?”
“Err… ok. Excuse the mess and ignore my husband, he’s just finishing dinner. Would you like nuggets?” Derek’s face was still buried in his food.
“No thank you. Jackie, our country is in crisis. We are the brink of World War III. Only you can prevent it.”
“Are you sure you’ve the right person? I work at a call centre down the road answering customer questions and stuff, nothing important like.”
“Yes, you’re the right person. It’s your ability to handle the incredibly high demands of the general public, while they give you a whole load of abuse, which makes you perfect. We will pay you well but there’s a downside. You’ll have to come with me now & give up your current life. Are you in?”
I looked around at my semi with its shabby decor & at my Husband in his stained cardie before taking a deep breath and saying “I’m in.”
As I left I shouted “Don’t forget to wash the dishes & put the bins out on Tuesdays. Then shut my front door and left.
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